"Prince Nyx," Rose returned, dipping into a curtsy. And even if her heart broke for the male, her eyes showed nothing but a warm welcome. "I am glad you could come." He was handsome. Of course he was, given his parentage. And nice, underneath the sorrow.
"I have some refreshments in the parlor if you would like anything." She took one step forward, eyes firmly on Nyx. "Perhaps you could escort me in?" It was the correct thing to do after all.